Butch, how'd you get your scar?
Butch
I don't know if you're ready for that story.
I can take it!
Nash
Oh yeah, you gotta tell him pa!
Ramsey
That's a good one!
Butch
It was 100 degrees in the shade. I walked for five days with no water... Then I saw it - a pretty pond. I bent down to take a drink, when these crocs launched out of the water! One croc bit me on the face; ain't no way I wasn't its supper! Except for one thing... I wasn't ready for dyin' that day. I bit one croc in half, tail-whipped the other, and the last one... well, [deeper voice] I drowned that croc in my own blood.
Whoa...!
DANG!
Nash
Ooh, look, look! Gives me the little goosies every time!
Ramsey
I love that story! Show him your souvenir!
Ramsey
Ain't that just too good?!
Nash
Can I touch it this time?
Butch
No.
You guys would have liked my poppa. He wasn't scared of anything. I'm done being scared. [sighs]
Butch
Who said I'm not scared?
But you took on a croc!
Butch
And I was scared doin' it. If you ain't scared of a croc bitin' you on the face, you ain't alive. Listen, kid, you can't get rid of fear. It's like Mother Nature; you can't beat her or outrun her, but you can get through it. You can find out what you're made of.
The first snow.
Ramsey
It's early this year.
And I got to get home to Momma.
Nash
We'll get you to that watering hole.
Butch
A deal's a deal. At first light, we ride.
